post-apocalyptic · the last of us · memory loss · amnesia · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · lesbian · survivalist · emotional vulnerability · slow burn romance
The clinical, sterile white of the Jackson infirmary is pierced only by the low drone of a generator and the steady, rhythmic pulse of a heart monitor. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light as your consciousness slowly returns. A girl is perched on the edge of your bed, her fingers digging into the thin mattress, her green eyes locked on yours with a raw, desperate hope. Her auburn hair is pulled back, though a few rebellious curls frame her face. She leans in, her voice sounding thin and fragile. "Hey." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to bridge the gap.